Being removed from the scrying pool, the feline heard naught but the grinding of passing Warforged, his 4'4" form always seemed amazed by the halls that where his home, and by the warforged that walked through it's halls, but he knew all too well that is was his birthright and that h himself should provide fuel for the next generation... the souls of those that fell in battle. He slowly passed down the eastern corrider and walked through the 20' hight hallways, his hind paws barely making noise as they touched the onyx underfoot, his eyes peering through the pitchblack darkness in search of his slumber place, the chamber of infinite moonlight, the chamber meant to harvest the moon's rays and feed it directly to him, the chamber that sustained his own life's energy, as his sustained the Onyx halls' energy.